Títulos em Fantasia Sombria

Dans une cité façonnée par l’Angérium—ressource convoitée, dogme et poison—l’ordre se maintient au rythme de procédures que tous appellent, à voix basse, les éliminations. À l’ouverture de la saison des purges, les guildes se réarment, les clochers mentent, et la plus simple mission devient un piège: livrer un message, effacer une trace, choisir son camp. Au croisement des magistrats masqués, des chasseurs d’ombres et des savants aux secrets interdits, un esprit curieux comprend que chaque nom rayé coûte plus qu’une vie.

When the White Rabbit appears with a cryptic warning, Pinocchio learns a shocking truth: he was carved from a tree unlike any other. A mystical Juniper tree brimming with ancient, raw magic called the Deantohr Draiocka. Now, the most sinister villains from every corner of the fairytale realm are hunting him, desperate to tear him apart and forge him into selfish weapons, relics… or a fate far worse.

The sun is not a god. It is an executioner. For ten thousand years, the Red King has reigned in the absolute silence of the Honduran underworld. He is the last of his kind—a prehistoric species of celestial navigators driven into the lightless depths of the Merendón by a sun that turned predatory. They are the Camazotz: architects of the night, masters of resonance, and the hidden gardeners of human civilization.

The Palatium will protect you. The Palatium will defend you. The Palatium will provide for you. All it asks in return is two things: Serve it, or die for it.

Die Bedrohung aus der anderen Ebene ist allgegenwärtig. Die Geheimorganisation Schattenchronik erwartet den nächsten Angriff. In Edinburgh werden Pestopfer gemeldet. Ein Virus, der seit Jahrhunderten gebannt zu sein schien, breitet sich rasend schnell aus.

After years of living as a lady in the Givensmir court, a life of luxury and opulence, Eve's past has slowly come back to haunt her. One of secrets and magic that courses through her veins, thought to have been long forgotten. Now, a princess lies mysteriously dead before her in the great hall. The eyes of the duplicitous court are everywhere. And there is nowhere left to hide.

Thalia narrowly escaping her fate finds herself beneath the wing of Queen Elaris, a woman as captivating as she is dangerous. Saved from death, she’s thrust into a world of marble halls and murmured power. Her mark burns. Her reflection lies. And every truth sounds like a warning.

Sainte the broken. Devious White Wyverns. The vile Abomination. With the Malignin in hiding and the Abomination nowhere to be found, life in Crearia seemed to be returning to normal. With allies old and new, Sainte Nore is tasked to find a powerful weapon that he is told can defeat the Abomination. Will Sainte be able to find what he seeks and destroy the Abomination before its inevitable retaliation?

Everyone has a death. Hers has a name: Moira. When Amber Graves buries her father, she thinks the worst is over. The next night, she discovers she’s wrong. Her inheritance isn’t wealth—it’s his magic. And it comes bound to her own death: a porcelain-masked woman named Moira, who watches her from mirrors and shadows, waiting for the moment Amber’s heartbeat stops. As Amber struggles to balance work, love, and the dark art of necromancy, she learns the truth behind her father’s legacy—and the terrible cost of keeping it. What do you do when your guardian angel is the angel of death?

Feuer und Blut ergießen sich über das nordische Reich Vigrið. Der Drachengöttin Lik-Rifa ist es gelungen, Verbündete aus den unwahrscheinlichsten Reihen zu gewinnen. Und in ihrer Hand befindet sich nun auch die Frau, die der bösen Göttin wahrlich gefährlich werden könnte. Nun bleibt den Streitkräften der Sterblichen nur noch eine Wahl: eine letzte Allianz zu bilden. Blutgeschworene und Berserker, Vaesen und Götter, Thralls und Jarls – sie alle müssen zusammenstehen, um die neue Weltordnung der bösen Drachengöttin Lik-Rifa zu zerschmettern.

In the gaslit dark, love is never tender. It’s teeth at your throat. Blood on silk. It is the sweetest surrender – and the most exquisite damnation. By day Lady Euphemia Butterworth is a dutiful daughter – corseted, perfumed, and groomed to marry a lecherous duke twice her age. By night...

Nhialii was just another forgotten woman—until she was hunted, brutalized, and left for dead. But death did not claim her. Something older did. Something powerful. Now reborn in storm and shadow, Nhialii is no longer prey. They are vengeance incarnate, and their hunt begins with the man who tried to unmake them. But they do not return alone. Forces both divine and damned stir in their wake. The Legion watches as the storm of retribution builds. What rises from ruin is not the woman he killed—it’s the reckoning he never saw coming.

In Laith, when the moons are high, Tavarra gains the ability to walk the land, losing her seahorse-like tail. But should she remain out of the water, a curse will consume her, turning her into a beast with sharp fangs and long claws. A creature that, on some nights, becomes a rampaging monster.

The world is in ruins. But when one age ends, another begins—and this one is born in fire. The Earth is broken. Cities lie in ash. Strange storms swirl over forsaken deserts. And from the breach known as the Demon Gate, mankind’s end pours forth. Gabriel was changed by the Gate—touched by its flame. Haunted by a link with the demons that he cannot deny, he clings to his humanity and his mission with all the strength he can muster while the laws of nature unravel and magic—raw, unstable, and deadly—awakens.

The System has arrived. Soon, magic will permeate the entire planet, society will be disrupted, and Dungeon-spawned monsters will walk the Earth. A few lucky people — or unlucky enough to become merely the first die horribly - have been given the honor of becoming Exemplars and given System-provided power to either help or torment their fellow humans. This is one of their stories.

C'è un momento in cui la preda smette di fuggire e si volta a guardare i suoi cacciatori. Diana Blake ha attraversato le Paludi dei Negromanti. Ora deve fare ciò che nessun erede della Linea di Sangue ha mai osato: tornare alla Rocca delle Tenebre e reclamare il Trono che le appartiene di diritto. Per farlo, ha bisogno di un esercito, di alleati pronti a morire per una causa che molti considerano già perduta e di guerrieri disposti a marciare contro le ombre stesse. È lo scontro che secoli di profezie hanno annunciato.

A pregnant witch is offered to a dragon as a sacrifice. He does not devour her. He hoards her. Hoard is a feral winter myth about shame, hunger, and ancient magic. The story of a woman unraveling beneath fate's grip, a dragon who mistakes possession for protection, and the dangerous territory where fear and desire become indistinguishable. In a land of endless winter and prophecy, refusing what calls you can be as deadly as surrendering to it. Blood remembers what the body tries to forget.

In the bioluminescent, star-worshipping city of Astraea, inventor and occultist Lucia Fairfax harvests a particular currency from the shadows—luck itself—drawn from a dimension she calls the Otherside. But when her latest ritual fails and her husband dies tragically, her carefully cultivated fortune bleeds dry.

Happiness and healthy love can exist after abuse—but the past doesn’t always stay buried. Some protect with guns. Others protect with ancient magic. For fans of Ready or Not, The Ritual, and Midsommar, Until Death Do Us Part is a psychological horror steeped in mythic vengeance and the power reclaimed after surviving control. Be sure you know who you are hunting… before the hunt begins.

Dantes had his revenge, but he wants more. With his former crew dealt with, Dantes and Jacopo have new goals. They’ve carved out midtown as their territory, but that’s just the start. It’s a druid’s job to grow his territory, to spread, and Dantes intends to live up to his responsibilities. Unfortunately, it won’t be as easy as just shaking down a few shops for protection money and managing some smuggling. There’s a plague spreading, the eyes of the Fingers are on him, and there may be war on the horizon.